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Archive name: moms.txt (Fm, inc, 1st, ped, preg)
Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Mom's Mistake

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Mom's Mistake (Fm, inc, 1st, ped, preg)
by Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)

***

Horny mother watches son masturbating then uses him for 
sex, knowing he is too young to ejaculate and make her 
pregnant. She gets a surprise, however, and disaster 
ensues for the family.

***

(Note: this story is based on an actual case report 
recorded in a scholarly work on deviant sexuality. To 
the best of my knowledge, something much like this 
actually happened sometime during the 1970's)

Tina Bellevue liked to think of herself as a normal 
housewife--35 years old, with a single son aged 12 and a 
husband working for an insurance company, and thus often 
on the road. When she looked at herself in the mirror, 
she saw a woman with straight, sandy-blonde hair, a 
freckled round face, and a body just starting to turn 
toward the chubbiness of middle age. In her print, sack 
dress, with clunky clogs on her feet, she saw herself as 
a simple person, aspiring to little more than a nice, 
respectable home and a few good friends. 

But that changed one day in June as she heard a 
commotion from the room of her son Michael. Although the 
door to his room was partly closed, it was open wide 
enough for her to catch a view of her son's bed, and she 
gasped when she saw that he was masturbating! He didn't 
seem to be looking at anything--just lying on his back 
with his eyes closed, stroking his little penis up and 
down--but the look of sheer bliss on his face was 
unmistakable. 

Should I do something? Tina thought. No, I'd just 
embarrass him...

My God, I didn't realize this would happen so soon...

Then, suddenly, Michael came with a shuddering climax. 
Accustomed to her husband's penis (or at least 
remembering it--he hadn't slept with her in months), 
Tina expected to see him spurt, but-amazingly--he did 
not. Since he was so young, he obviously wasn't mature 
enough to ejaculate yet.

So Tina crept away, but the vision of her son--jacking 
himself off--obsessed her through the rest of the day 
and night. At first, she justified her thinking by 
wondering how she should react--was it time for a talk 
about the birds-and-the-bees? Or should she just let him 
have his privacy and continue to explore his body? But 
later, as the night wore on and she lay alone in her 
bed, her thoughts began to change...her hand found her 
pussy and began to stroke it. Although she didn't want 
to, she was thinking of her son...maybe thinking about 
her...and she came with a shuddering release, spilling 
her juices onto her thighs. 

* * *

The next morning--Monday--Tina made sure she was in the 
main bathroom ahead of her son. Leaving the door open, 
she waited until she heard him approaching and then bent 
over the sink, pretending to clean it. However, with her 
short dress hiked up around her hips, her feet pitched 
up on the wooden heels of her clogs, and her pussy 
absolutely bare...it wasn't her cleaning he would 
notice.

Then, suddenly, he was there. She could feel his 
footsteps approaching in the hall behind her, then 
suddenly he stopped. He was looking at her ass now, she 
knew--and her pussy--wondering what to do.

A long moment passed, but Tina neither took notice of 
Michael, nor stopped her idle scrubbing of the sink. She 
wondered, is he scared? He's just a boy...

But then he started to move, coming closer, and Tina 
felt something touching her vulva--it was his cock!

Tina felt a rush in her hips and thighs, and an urge to 
reach back and guide him in; that would only scare him, 
however, so she waited while he backed off, then touched 
her again. This time, his penis found her opening--she 
lifted her feet slightly to help his angle--and the head 
slid in with a sudden, popping sensation.

"Unhh...!"

Tina heard her son groan, and knew it must be heaven for 
the boy; she was wet for him--she'd made sure of that--
and he sunk in with tantalizing slowness... first a 
quarter, then a half, then three-quarters...sinking into 
her woman-flesh and splitting open her pussy.

"Ohhh...!" Michael whined, and then he was home--up to 
his balls inside his own mother. Tenderly, she 
contracted her pussy around him, and Michael reacted by 
grasping her waist and pushing in even deeper, crushing 
his balls into her labia. Then he started grinding his 
hips against her ass, fucking her.

"Oh, Mommy....!" Michael groaned, "Mommy...!"

Tina couldn't bring herself to answer, however--somehow, 
that would ruin the illusion that this wasn't her own 
12-year old son with his cock in her belly. For his 
part, Michael was soon fucking her fast and deep, 
shaking her buttocks and making her thighs tremble.

"Mommy...unghh...!" 

And then he was coming--although nothing actually came 
out. Deep inside his mom, Michael felt his penis ache 
with a sudden rush of pleasure--compounded by her 
pussy's grasping and clutching of his cock--and tried to 
keep on fucking her as long as he could. Suddenly, 
however, the burn of pleasure in his cock-head was more 
than he could take, and he pulled out to grasp his 
aching penis, slick with his mother's lubricant. 
Embarrassed now, and shy, he retreated from the 
bathroom--leaving his mother still bent over the sink 
with her head spinning and her thighs flushed with 
arousal. 

* * *

A few minutes later, Michael returned to the restroom 
(now empty) to finish his business, and later dressed 
for breakfast. He wasn't sure what to say to his mother, 
but--to his enormous relief--she acted as if nothing had 
happened.

"Any plans for today?" she asked.

"I...thought I might go hang out with my friends."

"Super. Remember to be home by dinnertime, though."

"Oh, yeah."

* * *

Later that day, watching cartoons with his friends, 
Michael heard them start to talk about girls--what they 
were like, and how to get in their pants--and he felt 
his embarrassment return. I've had sex with my mom, he 
thought...but he didn't dare tell anyone about it. 

Maybe, he thought later, after a perfectly normal dinner 
alone with his mom, it was a one-time thing. I should 
just be happy I know what it feels like now, for real...

The next morning, however, when he stepped toward the 
restroom, he saw his mother once again bent over the 
sink, humming to herself. Again her pussy was absolutely 
bare, and he felt a surge of pleasure shoot through his 
penis as he glanced down at her thighs, her calves, and 
her feet--now strangely propped up in a pair of high-
heeled platform sandals.

This time, he knew exactly what to do. Pulling his hard-
on--not quite 6 inches long, but throbbing hard and 
stiff--from his underwear, he stepped in close behind 
her, tucked his cock-head into the mouth of her pussy, 
and slid the shaft home with a single thrust.

His mom groaned a little--she was so warm, wet and soft 
inside!-- and Michael began to fuck her again, just the 
same way he had before. Getting into it, he grasped her 
hips and slammed her deep and fast--almost knocking her 
forward off her high heels--fighting to reach for his 
pleasure one more time.

This time, unlike before, he felt his mother shudder 
with pleasure--clutching and squeezing his cock with her 
trembling pussy muscles--but the end was the same for 
him: a rush of pleasure, then extreme sensitivity, 
forcing him to pull out.

And of course, later, his mother acted like nothing had 
happened.

* * *
 
For Tina, the strange morning ritual soon became the 
center of her day. She wasn't sure how long it would be 
before Michael would be old enough to ejaculate, but the 
longer the better. Since her husband had had a 
vasectomy, Tina didn't have any birth control, and that 
was her one secret worry-what if Michael came in her? 
Still, he was just a boy--it would probably be years. 

And anyway, her husband would be home on Saturday, which 
would put her fucking with Michael on hiatus. In the 
meantime, with a few days left, she was keen to get all 
that she could.

On Wednesday, Michael lasted for nearly five minutes, 
and on Thursday he rode her even longer still, letting 
her climax twice. She never talked to him, however; even 
as she started wearing short black dresses and her 
sexiest sandals (in the morning only) to turn him on, 
she still couldn't bring herself to see him as her 
lover. It was a temporary aberration, she thought; she 
could pretend it wasn't really happening. 

So it was that Michael walked in on his mother on 
Friday, with his cock already leaking pre-cum.

Like the day before, she was wearing a sexy black dress 
and her high-heeled sandals, pitching her feet up on 
four-inch heels. That put her ass at just the right 
height, and Michael invited himself to ram his penis 
right up to the hilt inside her.

"Unph--!" his mother grunted, and Michael was secretly 
pleased. It seemed as if he was two inches longer than 
he'd been at the start of the week, and he was sure that 
his mother could feel his extra stiffness in her belly.

"Oh, I'm so hard for you," Michael whispered, grasping 
his mother's hips and starting to slam her quick, fast 
and deep. 

"Oh, Mommy...!"

For her part, Tina just closed her eyes and curled her 
toes in the vamps of her sandals. Boy that he was, 
Michael was nevertheless slapping his penis into her 
hole like a man, and her thighs trembled yet again with 
the pleasure of being penetrated. In fact, with his 
balls smacking her vulva, and his cock-knob sawing into 
her cunt, Michael was already making her come.

"Fuck--!" she gasped, finally breaking her vow of 
silence. "Fuck, you're making me cum...!" 

"Mommy...! Mommy, I love you...!"

And it was then--even as her pussy went into spasm--that 
she realized something was different, this time. 
Suddenly, Michael was pressing very deep, and Tina could 
feel his penis beginning to throb and pulse. Then, 
between her thighs, Tina felt a sudden rush of wetness--

"Mommy...!"

Oh, shit! Tina thought, Michael's cumming! He's cumming 
inside me!

"Oh, Mommy, that feels so good...!"

Stunned--her heart pounding suddenly hard in her chest--
Tina was too shocked to react at first. Looking up at 
the mirror over the sink, she could see the reflection 
of her son's face contorted in the sheer bliss of his 
first ejaculation; inside her, he was squirting gush 
after gush of his semen into her belly, and she could 
actually feel each pulse hitting her cervix. Like any 
man, fucking his woman, he was striving to dig his cock 
in as deep as it would go, soaking her womb with his 
seed and impregnating her with his baby.

"Oh...goddamn it!" Tina swore, suddenly pulling her cunt 
forward off Michael's cock, and spinning around to slap 
him across his face. "How dare you cum in me!"

Still spurting semen from his cock, Michael reeled and 
stumbled backward.

"Mom...?"

"Don't you 'Mom' me!" Tina spat, glaring at him. That 
look made him turn part-way away from her, and she 
spanked him hard across his bare buttocks.

"Don't--"

SLAP! 

"--you--"

SLAP!

"--dare--"

SLAP!

"--tell your father about this, or I will--"

SLAP!

"--beat the living tar out of you! Now go to your room!"

Red-faced, now, and crying, Michael stared at his mother 
in shock and horror.

"Mom, I'm sorry...! I didn't know...!"

"Goddamn it! Go to your room, now!"

* * *

Tina stood there for a long moment in panic, then dashed 
to the bathroom adjacent to her own bedroom and tried to 
scoop the sperm out of her vagina. It wasn't very 
practical--gooey and sticky, it was up inside her too 
deep to get at; then she thought about a douche, but 
that would just make it worse. 
If only I had some spermicidal gel...

"Well, go get some," she told herself--deciding 
(embarrassment be damned) to run to the store in her 
sexy get-up. 

Before she could even get out the door, however, she was 
horrified by the sudden arrival of her husband's car--he 
was home a day early!

"Hi, Honey," the tired businessman said, giving her a 
kiss--and noting her sexy outfit; "say, you look hot."

"Uh...yeah," Tina said, weakly. "I wanted to surprise 
you."

"Well, I'm surprised," her husband said, pulling her 
closer and kissing her. "Let's fuck."

"But what about Michael?" Tina whispered.

"We'll lock the door," he whispered back.

So it was that Tina ended up lying on her bed with legs 
spread open wide, and her now-suddenly horny husband 
smashing his cock into her pussy.

"You're so wet," he huffed, slapping her ass with his 
balls; "you must have been playing with yourself..."

"Oh, yeah..." Tina grunted, staring at the ceiling and 
praying that her son's sperm wouldn't find the eggs in 
her belly. Although she hadn't thought about it before, 
her last period had been just about two weeks ago--she 
was probably ovulating right now!

"You're so tight," her husband gasped, making the 
bedsprings creak with his humping; "I'm gonna cum..."

And so he did, pushing in deep and exploding in her 
hole. When he came, however, his semen was watery and 
thin--thanks to his vasectomy. The only live sperm in 
her belly was her son's, and by now it had been in her 
belly for over an hour.

* * *

Later, the family had dinner together, and a sullen 
Michael said very little. Nervously, Tina glanced from 
her son to her husband, but the latter was clearly 
oblivious.

And so Tina hoped she could just forget about this sad, 
sordid episode. When she missed her next period 
however...and her next after that...she realized she was 
pregnant. Her little baby had knocked her up!

For weeks, she mulled over the question of an abortion, 
but she was already 10 weeks along, and soon it wouldn't 
be a simple procedure anymore. Still she delayed, and--
before she knew it-- she was starting to show. Looking 
down at her belly, now 14 weeks along, she could feel 
the hard, swollen knot where her womb was expanding, and 
she cried and cried.

"Honey," she told her husband, over the phone, "I've got 
the most wonderful news...I'm pregnant."

Her husband, however, was not amused.

They were soon separated, and a bitter Tina was left 
alone with Michael.
For his part, Michael was scared; he soon realized what 
he had done--he had impregnated his mother (his MOTHER, 
for God's sake!) and destroyed his family. 

When school began, he was often absent, and he tried to 
avoid his mother as much as possible; by January, his 
mother's belly had swollen into a huge, teardrop bulge, 
and just seeing her waddling around the house in her 
clogs and tented-out shift--grumbling and swearing--made 
him uncomfortable. He could tell she resented him, and 
he accepted her indictment of his responsibility, but he 
couldn't keep this secret forever. Finally, with his 
mother eight months along, he admitted to a truant 
officer what had happened, and was whisked away to a 
foster home before the day was over.

As for Tina, she was put in jail and tried for child 
abuse. Her baby--a 6-pound girl--was born after an 
agonizing 6-hour labor, and promptly taken away to be 
raised in a variety of foster homes. Like her father, 
she would be no end of trouble as she was growing up, 
and a morose, beaten Tina was not especially surprised 
that her teenage daughter would be eventually be joining 
herself and Michael behind bars.

Of course, their offenses were minor--petty theft, 
breaking-and-entering, drunk-and-disorderly; hers was 
much graver.   

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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